Injured myself first thing on Monday by slicing damn lemons. Seriously. I've never had a mad bleeding incident at work ever and this is the first one I've painted sinks blood red. Two chefs in the kitchen rushed to my side armed with bandages and antibiotic spray as I flushed my found under the tap. It's nothing serious, I believe I might have exaggerated a little with my Facebook status about the incident because I received a flood of messages both in FB and my cell asking how I was doing. Yes I did bleed like a MoFu and the wound was deep enough but not deep enough to kill me so relax ladies and gentlemen. I refuse to let my tombstone read "Here Lies Kari. She died by slicing lemons."
Finger is healing pretty well now. It took two days to clot but I can keep the bandages off now. I think the finger condom I wore to hide the bandaged finger might have freaked out a few dining customers but that's better than letting them see an open flesh wound before a meal.
I missed my pilates class this morning because I failed to wake up on time. How come? Well, I had the smart idea of making a detour to the liquor store around the corner from my apartment and scoring a teensy bottle of Absolut Apeach. I had a sudden pang of nostalgia way back to 2-3 years ago (I forget) when I used to drink copious amounts of said liquor just to put me to sleep. I was supposed to have one cocktail before bed (Absolut Apeach, triple sec and pineapple juice shaken and poured over a tall glass filled with ice= winner beybeh!) but I was joined by Benny and Michael and I had more than the one I had planned. I don't know what time I eventually passed out but that's why I missed my pilates session. Kari = genius.
I ended up sleeping in this afternoon just up until I had to eat (bacon, egg and cheese on a bagel) shower and head out for work at 4pm. It was not a busy night but it seemed like it because everybody decided to dine at the same time so we had one big rush and only two servers to manage an 85 seat resto. I was unable to help Mandy on the floor because I was too preoccupied being a bartender for the 25 pax private party we had at the bar. Yeah, you read that right. I was bartender for the night. They made it easy though and only had wine and beers all night. We closed the restaurant down an hour after closing time with all the cleaning up we had to do and I was exhausted. I failed to take my staff dinner so I finished up at midnight starving and extremely tired. I needed to eat but I also felt like I needed to eat something GOOD. It was midnight in NYC and I just got off a late shift and there was no one to call and ask to come join me. I felt so pathetic that I felt I needed to compensate by treating myself to a really good meal. I walked down to SoHo and finally decided to check out Blue Ribbon Brasserie. I've heard and read about this place many times and I've been meaning to go (some claim they have the best roasted bone marrow in the city) but the prices have always prevented me from going. Tonight, I didn't care. I worked hard today and my party of 25 gave me an extra $50 tip on top of the 20% gratuity I put on their $900 check. So I was feeling a bit lavish and decided to splurge.
So I got there knowing this isn't the kind of place that sells $6-8 lunch specials and cocktails would not be less than $13. I was under dressed and I did wonder if they'd shun me out for walking in there wearing havaianas and patchy jeans. But they were nice and I was seated soon after I checked in. I sat down, ordered a St. Germain and soda and perused the menu. I ordered one of each of the two kind of oysters ($3.50 each) they had on the special followed by grilled skate. The oysters were surprisingly fresh despite this being the city and the ocean is quite a few miles away. So the skate, HOMAYGAHD the SKATE. I've had skate before so I knew what to expect. But this, oh dear, was lightly coated with flour, seasoned and grilled then topped with capers, shrimp, potatoes and bacon. I'm not even talking about the small crispy bacon bits you find in pathetic caesar salads, nor am I talking about the usual fatty greasy crap you see everywhere. I'm talking real thick strips of bacon, bursting with porky goodness. GOODNESS. I wish it weren't so dark in there so I could've taken a photo with my phone. The price tag on the plate of skate? Oh, that will be $28 please. So if you did the math on that meal plus tip. I pretty much gave away the added tip that 25-top gave me at work. I don't care. I don't owe anyone money and I don't borrow moolah from anyone. I manage myself fine and I enjoy real good food because foodgasms make me very happy.
Finger is healing pretty well now. It took two days to clot but I can keep the bandages off now. I think the finger condom I wore to hide the bandaged finger might have freaked out a few dining customers but that's better than letting them see an open flesh wound before a meal.
I missed my pilates class this morning because I failed to wake up on time. How come? Well, I had the smart idea of making a detour to the liquor store around the corner from my apartment and scoring a teensy bottle of Absolut Apeach. I had a sudden pang of nostalgia way back to 2-3 years ago (I forget) when I used to drink copious amounts of said liquor just to put me to sleep. I was supposed to have one cocktail before bed (Absolut Apeach, triple sec and pineapple juice shaken and poured over a tall glass filled with ice= winner beybeh!) but I was joined by Benny and Michael and I had more than the one I had planned. I don't know what time I eventually passed out but that's why I missed my pilates session. Kari = genius.
I ended up sleeping in this afternoon just up until I had to eat (bacon, egg and cheese on a bagel) shower and head out for work at 4pm. It was not a busy night but it seemed like it because everybody decided to dine at the same time so we had one big rush and only two servers to manage an 85 seat resto. I was unable to help Mandy on the floor because I was too preoccupied being a bartender for the 25 pax private party we had at the bar. Yeah, you read that right. I was bartender for the night. They made it easy though and only had wine and beers all night. We closed the restaurant down an hour after closing time with all the cleaning up we had to do and I was exhausted. I failed to take my staff dinner so I finished up at midnight starving and extremely tired. I needed to eat but I also felt like I needed to eat something GOOD. It was midnight in NYC and I just got off a late shift and there was no one to call and ask to come join me. I felt so pathetic that I felt I needed to compensate by treating myself to a really good meal. I walked down to SoHo and finally decided to check out Blue Ribbon Brasserie. I've heard and read about this place many times and I've been meaning to go (some claim they have the best roasted bone marrow in the city) but the prices have always prevented me from going. Tonight, I didn't care. I worked hard today and my party of 25 gave me an extra $50 tip on top of the 20% gratuity I put on their $900 check. So I was feeling a bit lavish and decided to splurge.
So I got there knowing this isn't the kind of place that sells $6-8 lunch specials and cocktails would not be less than $13. I was under dressed and I did wonder if they'd shun me out for walking in there wearing havaianas and patchy jeans. But they were nice and I was seated soon after I checked in. I sat down, ordered a St. Germain and soda and perused the menu. I ordered one of each of the two kind of oysters ($3.50 each) they had on the special followed by grilled skate. The oysters were surprisingly fresh despite this being the city and the ocean is quite a few miles away. So the skate, HOMAYGAHD the SKATE. I've had skate before so I knew what to expect. But this, oh dear, was lightly coated with flour, seasoned and grilled then topped with capers, shrimp, potatoes and bacon. I'm not even talking about the small crispy bacon bits you find in pathetic caesar salads, nor am I talking about the usual fatty greasy crap you see everywhere. I'm talking real thick strips of bacon, bursting with porky goodness. GOODNESS. I wish it weren't so dark in there so I could've taken a photo with my phone. The price tag on the plate of skate? Oh, that will be $28 please. So if you did the math on that meal plus tip. I pretty much gave away the added tip that 25-top gave me at work. I don't care. I don't owe anyone money and I don't borrow moolah from anyone. I manage myself fine and I enjoy real good food because foodgasms make me very happy.
